Meaning? Can her intention be the only one? Back then, she begged Yang Jian to let her stay, but what was the result? Everything depends on Yang Jian's meaning. Gala sighed indecisively: "Now your baby is important. If this baby is born as the eldest son, no matter how Liu does, you can't go.

Now, you should have a baby." "But, but..." Mrs. Hongzheng couldn't help but breathe. Before she finished speaking, Liu had already helped the maid in: "Sister Jiang, what Mrs. said is, "You should have a baby and take care of her baby. Ajian is here to serve me."

As she said that, Wan'er smiled: "Besides, Ajian and I are now inseparable from each other, and every night cannot live with me. Even if my sister wants Ajian to come over and see you, it's just for the fetus in your belly." "Rare! No shame or impatience!"

Mrs. Hongzheng was furious and stood up suddenly with her lower abdomen. Huafan smiled proudly: "Sister is joking." The maid behind her came forward and said in her ear: "Madam, Mrs. Dugu and Mrs. Yuchi said they wanted to live in this room." "Oh? Is this room?"

Huafan turned his head and narrowed his eyes to Gala: "I'm afraid I'm embarrassed. I've been living here for a few days. Ajian said specially to give me where I live." She gritted her teeth and said, "What is your identity? How dare you fight with us?" Mrs. Hongzheng stepped forward.

Hua Fan's eyes turned, and even his face was not facing her. He just smiled coldly and looked directly at Gala. Gala saw Yang Jian praising his feet in. He swallowed the corner of his mouth and asked, "What if I want to live in this room?" Hua Fan pulled out a handkerchief to hide his tears: "If my sister insisted on doing this, then sister, please ask Ajian for her."

"Haha, what are you?" Mrs. Hongzheng rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward: "You are just a toy, how dare you compare with me!" Her palms were raised. Hua Fan groaned and covered her face and fell to the ground. "Jiang Lian!" The hand that had not yet been hit was stopped at the same time. Mrs. Hongzheng looked at her, and Mrs. Sui and Mrs. Dugu grabbed her palm together.

"Sister!" "Shut up!" Gala shouted loudly: "Get back!" Mrs. Hongzheng had never seen her so strict before. She was shocked for a moment and hurriedly pushed her behind. She looked at the fan and threw herself on the ground and cried: "Ajian, Ajian, I am not liked by Mrs. Dugu and Mrs. Yuchi. How should I deal with myself in the future!"

This life finally reached this point again. Gala looked at Yang Jian sadly, and this look of ups and downs carried too much fate. Yang Jian clenched his fists, and finally turned his head to lift the painting fan. "Madam Hongzheng, you are really bold." He said coldly, and the painting fan snuggled up to him and cried. "Ajian..."

Mrs. Hongzheng looked at him in disbelief. Huafan cried bitterly: "Ajian, I was scared just now, and my chest still hurts very much." She turned her back to Yang Jian, and smiled coldly at Mrs. Hongzheng who was kneeling on the ground. Her smile hit Gala's eyes. "You..."

Before Yang Jian could speak, Gala had already stepped forward and leaned over and said softly: "Duke Sui, this is a matter of the inner house, so I will leave it to Duke Sui for me to deal with it." She protected Mrs. Hongzheng under her wings. Yang Jian looked at her deeply, stretched out his palm, and held her little hand tightly. The coldness of the hand was taken. "A Jian..." The painting fan called him sweetly. "You can deal with it."

Yang Jian said. Gala raised a smile, lowered his head to him, pulled out his hands in his palm, inserted them into his sleeves, and looked down at Huafan and Mrs. Hongzheng. "Mrs. Liu was in prison and was in jail for three days." "I, I..." Huafan cried out: "Mr. Sui, I am afraid of the darkness." Gala looked at Yang Jian, only looked at him, silently silent.

"Listen to the lady." Yang Jian patted her hands. "Mrs. Yuchi is impatient. Because she is pregnant, she is in jail for two days." Gala asked: "Madam Hongzheng, do you have any objections?" Mrs. Hongzheng bowed and said: "I am the same as me." "Since that's the case, let's break up."

Gala looked around and the room was full of the smell of painting fans. She didn't want to live anymore. She said to Changsun: "You come to the housekeeper, and give it to Mrs. Liu and find a large courtyard for me." "Yes." Changsun retreated with his eyebrows down. Gala leaned over and bowed to Yang Jian's sleeves and bowed: "I am tired today, so please ask Sui Gongyun to leave."

"Get back." Finally, I found a courtyard in the northwest corner. The courtyard was simple and elegant, which was very popular with Gala. Although the Bixia Courtyard we lived in before was good, she didn't want to live there anymore. At night, there was a bed outside the door: "Madam Dugu, Sui Gong stayed in Bixia Courtyard tonight." Changsun came in and asked her, and Gala nodded.

Changsun retreated and shouted to the outside: "I know, please step back." She was going to pull the wooden door in, and Gala hid on the couch and said: "You go down too, you won't have to be on the night tonight." Changsun paused: "Yes." He pulled the wooden door up again. The night was cold tonight, as thin as a cicada's wing, and like the emperor's graceful bed, but a fleeting sad thing.

Gala took out a secret bag from his arms and looked through it under the oil lamp, sighed softly, and threw it into the cold courtyard. He was a pair of the one he gave to the painting fan today. He originally wanted to leave one for himself, but now there is no need.

It’s just a pity that this treasure bag is the size of a walnut, embroidered with five bat patterns, and it’s best to hold it in your hands to play with it or to put a talisman on it. Since Yang Guang’s death, she hasn’t seen her eyes. She hasn’t made such a fine thing for more than 30 years. The moonlight is like a song.

Gala looked at the roof and fell asleep. In his dream, someone seemed to have a flute sounded outside the house, just like the year when she stood on the bridge and waited for Yang Jian to return to the court. What a beautiful scenery that year was.

Life in Yecheng is comfortable and comfortable. When you get up in the morning, Gala sits in the courtyard drinking morning tea and watches the birds come for food and can finish the morning. In the afternoon, you can ask the tailor to make a new skirt. The dark purple pattern is dragged to the ground, which is complicated and beautiful.

After the two days of searching on Baidu, Mrs. Hongzheng regrouped and invited Yang Jian several times while the painting fan was still closed. Yang Jian was so busy that he could not see anyone. Every day, he was either in the military camp or on the way to the military camp. When he came back occasionally, he hurriedly asked someone to get the official documents. He didn't even get off the horse and stepped on the stone steps in front of the door.

On the fourth day, Mrs. Hongzheng was still dressed up and sat in Gala's courtyard. She closed her fluffy black hair: "That little bitch is over today." Since the time when Liangzi got married, Mrs. Hongzheng began to call Huafan the little bitch. "Sister, why don't you keep her for a few more days?"

Early in the morning, I heard that bitch had a new boy pestering Mr. Sui to hunt in the mountains. In the middle of winter, blood was everywhere, and there weren't many rabbits, so why did you hunt? I might even be able to show off the charming look of a man.

Mrs. Hongzheng gritted her teeth when she thought of the painting fan. She thought that she had the only one who occupied Yu Lu, and even if Mrs. Dugu came, she would retreat. Is that painting fan really so good? She could have lured Mr. Sui to get three souls away! She didn't believe it! As the two were talking, someone outside the door reported: "Madam, Mr. Sun is waiting outside."

"Please." Gala put down the teacup and sat upright. Seeing her like this, Mrs. Hongzheng also held her lower abdomen and sat next to her with difficulty. After a while, Su Wei came in with a man in his thirties following behind her.

Su Wei was wearing a Confucian robe and a roller fan in his hand. His face was solemn. As soon as he met, he looked at his left and right: "Madam, I have important matters to discuss with my subordinates."

However, Gala's eyes fell on Yang Su, who was in his thirties younger than him. Yang Su was still full of black hair at this moment. He drove Yang Jian and her for twenty years. After Su Wei's death, he ranked first among all officials, and the queens all came from his family. In his later years, Gala had few trusts from a group of important officials, and only he and Su Wei were the only ones.

Su Wei saw that she had been staring at Yang Su, and clenched her fists and coughed: "Madam, this is Yang Su." Yang Su stepped forward and knelt down: "I have seen Mrs. Dugu, Mrs. Yuchi." Gala raised his body slightly, and Mrs. Hongzheng looked at her strangely. "Sit." She calmed down and sat down again.

"I hope my wife will block her left and right." Su Wei said. Gala looked at Changsun. Changsun knew how to bow and retreat. Su Wei put his sleeves wide and sat upright: "Madam, Mrs. Liu is a member of Yang Su of the Northern Qi Dynasty." Gala stopped drinking tea and looked up at him.

"Yes, Mrs. Liu is the concubine of Yang Su, Northern Qi Dynasty. Her mother, Liu, was a maid under the stove. She was not allowed to be driven out of the Li family by Yang Su's mother in her early years, so she has not yet known her." "That's a naughty..." Mrs. Hongzheng bit her tongue: "How did Liu come to the side of Mr. Sui?"

Su Wei did not answer, but instead signaled Yang Su with his eyes. Yang Su nodded and took the conversation: "Liu is the concubine of Guo Gang, the former prefect of Northern Qi, who was specifically for Yang Su to find out the news. Later, Yang Su reported it to him. Only then did Yang Su take the position of prefect of Northern Qi. Liu was later given to his subordinates... The subordinates were not good at women."

Mrs. Hongzheng turned her face and coughed awkwardly. Gala listened carefully for a long time and said, "Since Yang Su is related to Liu, Yang Su is naturally hidden from the airtight. How do you know the relationship between Liu and Yang Su?"

Yang Su said: "Mrs. Liu's mother, Liu, later married a hunter. There was a chef in her subordinate's house who was his brother-in-law. When Mrs. Liu entered the house, she met Mrs. Liu and then told her subordinate's inner son." So that's it. After hearing this, Gala closed his eyes and leaned on the mat.

Su Wei said: "The war was about to come, and Duke Sui should not leave the city, but he would not have been injured by Mrs. Liu's investigation, and then he would have left a chance for Mrs. Liu to find out the news in the camp. Therefore, Duke Sui specially returned to Suizhou to pick up Mrs. Dugu and Mrs. Yuchi back to Yecheng." She lowered her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jian's affection made her more and more difficult to figure out. It seemed that there was always something in the middle. It turned out to be this. "What are you here for this time?" She asked. Su Wei took a deep breath: "The spy came to report that Mrs. Liu had handed over the military map of Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu lured Mrs. Su out for hunting and waiting for the raid at noon."

"Ah! What should I do?" Mrs. Hongzheng's voice suddenly increased. After Gala looked at her, she realized that she had lost her composure and hurriedly covered her mouth and sat down. "You two come here, I must have a plan." Gala said. "Mrs. It's true that she is smart."
Chapter completed!